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Roll On Arte ukulele

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From there first Album  "Tonight at the Arizona" 2007
The first Song, Capo 0, Picking 


1. Strophe
    F        G           F                       F       G            F
The turbines pound, your plane touches down, the captain catches your eye.
    F            G             F               F     G              F 
And all the city crows perched high in rows on wires watch you walk by.
     F        G             F                      F              G      
Your hair has changed, your room´s rearranged, and someone´s been sleeping 
F
inside.
        F         G         F                    F             G      
And the curtain´s closed on all your windows, to block out the fried chicken 
F
sign.


Ref.

     F   G         F        F           G             F 
Roll on, Arte roll on. Your heart´s too good for this town. 
     F     G               F                    G         F
Your eyes cast through the glass/ at my so sorry mannequin frown.
                                               G        F
                               2. at my starry American frown.
                                                   G        F        F
                               3. at your so sorry Marilyn frown.   end


2. Strophe 
    F      G     F                            G               F
The porter sings as he begins to clean up the mess that we´ve made.
    F        G         F                      G                           
The Chrismas trees are cast on the street and garbage trucks block Hoope 
F 
Lane.
   F         G          F                                  G           
My head´s in pain but I can´t complain cause my sweetheart waits down the 
F
line.
    F     G                  F                         G          F
And in a while we´ll be in a house by the sea, even if just in my mind.


3. Strophe
   F          G            F                                 G      
My mouth aint fed, my lips aint cherry red and my grin might show my bad 
F
teeth.
    F              G          F                                G 
And all the people pass, they give me a glance, as if I´m some lower-class 
F 
thief.
       F       G            F                    G       F
But to you I´m fine, am I´m in your mind even if I´m not around.
       F        G                  F                           G                       
And my arms are stronge and that´s where you belong, given the love that 
      F 
we´ve found.

            
            
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